For happiness if not riches
For
health but no stitches
For
laughter and a few tears
For
more hopes and fewer fears
These
are my 2016 wishes
The
stench of rotten fish
Fantasy
gods grant his every wish
If
luck were a toupee
He’d
sport one every Sunday
Guess
that’s why they call him Commish
Our
old heroes came back
New
ones picked up slack
The
force it did awaken
All
my breath was taken
J.J.
Abrams pulled off a genius hack
Every
week, another way to lose
The
fans all batter and bruise
Give
up a safety in every game
New
year, it’s all the same
Oh
Dolphins, why can’t I unchoose
Kids
learn, but also teach
We
strive, but don’t always reach
Another
holiday season past
Hoping
the feeling does last
If
you need me, I’ll be at the beach
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